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Hmm, this house is a little backwards to me. Who puts a kitchen as the first room? And to make a long explanation short, this room is clean. I don't even know how she manages to keep it this clean when you have a home filled with Hawkin kids. Her beige granite countertops don't have a single crumb on them. It's like she just moved in.
Once Agastya came in, his phone went off. You've got to be kidding me. His ringtone for a text message is Flava Flave saying Flava Flave. I'm never texting him. Whoa, wait, I didn't mean that.
He looked back up at me after checking his phone, "Okay, Tim said he's out back by the pool. You coming with?"
No, I'm gonna stay here and look like a loser, standing by myself.
"Yeah, I'll go." If only people could read my mind, I would have zero friends left guaranteed.
On our way there I grabbed an oreo out of the clear bowl on the countertop. How I love Oreos.
When we reach the patio, her yard has to be at least eight acres. And this pool probably takes up about one of those acres. The rest was, well, everything. Gazeebo, walk in garden, small guest house, waterslides, trampoline. . . . just know that if you can name it, it's in her backyard.
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